The network of roads that led to Ilfracombe was slowly absorbed back into nature as grass, flowers and small shrubs reclaimed what they can as fast as they can. Fallen trees block some of the paths while others continue to grow, their branches no longer prevented from growing into houses.
Many doors had collapsed as rot ate away their edges. The open doorways that were once perhaps very welcoming were now an eerie and unwelcoming sight. Dry rot, vines and other undesired vegetation had taken the place of paint on most buildings and created their own kind of decoration.
Ilfracombe, once rich with life, hopes, dreams and aspirations was now a mere distant memory of better times. Silence had taken hold and would’ve been deafening were it not for the many animals that had made this place their home. Bird songs, rustling bushes and the occasional howl filled the air.
The train station had collapsed and the tracks were covered in shrubs and fallen branches. Nobody was waiting for the next train anymore, no longer eagerly going to the next destination or waiting for those coming home.
You couldn’t help but feel lost in this town now, even if you knew exactly where you were. It was a lonely place with only distant memories of what once was. But even though many buildings had found a new purpose there was just no way this town’s former self could ever be restored.
The once smooth network of roads that let to Skargness was barely more than a dirt path now and covered in shrubs and small bushes. Random pieces of long forgotten possessions litter the roads and wild, overgrown gardens within this town.
Many doors had collapsed as rot ate away their edges. The open doorways that were once perhaps very welcoming were now an eerie and unwelcoming sight. Many roofs had collapsed and in some cases had taken the entire building with it. Others looked in decent shape and were simply dirty and filled with bird nests.
Skargness, once a growing community of hundreds of families had become a forgotten relic of the past. Silence had taken hold and would’ve been deafening were it not for the many animals that had made this place their home. Bird songs, rustling bushes and the occasional howl filled the air.
The train station had collapsed and the tracks were covered in shrubs and fallen branches. Nobody was waiting for the next train anymore, no longer eagerly going to the next destination or waiting for those coming home.
You could go anywhere in town you wanted, walk into any home and visit any previously private part of town, assuming it hadn’t been destroyed by nature already. But even when all the buildings are finally taken by nature there was at least the knowledge that the animals wouldn’t have to leave and could continue their lives in peace.
